Tuesday, August 5, 2008
11:16 PM
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Mountains mountained,
fountains fountained.
In what name do I call myself?
The burning stream,
rolling down the fair land.
At tides high ,
and at times low.
Oh my cherished belief,
where have you gone to?
Things will get better...
Let's forget the past,
and concentrate on the present..
To let nature takes its course..
Smile everyday...
=)
May your worries flow with the wind..
P1I7L5O3TC
W. J. Kitson